Monday, 19 March 2007

White Noise

We’ve run out of ideas for you sir
A clean cut escalates into a blur
So what for the sake of our unity
They won’t stop they’ll take an opportunity
Top cats no longer in control
Mr man digs his way out of the hole
Face facts people just aren’t satisfied with their lives

We’ll dance in the streets with the crowds
We’ll liven the day with the sounds
Of violence and tears and sense of achievement
Sirens and shattering glass on the pavement
Because people just won’t stand for this
We want to be where the action is
White noise rushing through my veins
White boys and their monkey games

How could anyone be so cruel
Don’t look at me your fear is my fuel
I’ll pace up and down in my cage
This place a chance to vent all the rage
Still trying to reach me on the phone
Stop crying it’s not going to bring me home
I’m not alone a thousand of us greater than fire or stone

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